You keep pushing me away and I don't know what to do.


My heart wants to stay strong regardless of the pain, it wants to stay with you no matter  
How much you're pushing me away.

My mind wants to give up.

You keep pushing me away and it ******* hurts.

"Help me to understand what's so special to you about it", she said as she laid back on the leather love seat.

Alright, I'll try to give you a peak.

"Why not more than a peak, why not speak more of this art you like", She asked as she took a sip of her coffee.

Because my dear a peak is all you need.
It's all you must understand so that your body,mind and soul craves to feed.
It's not an art to me by the way, it's more like a way of life.
It's rhythm and soul drawn into a mesmerising canvas by the usage of words.
It's blood and sweat drawn from our hands inked into a piece of paper.
It's simply just Poetry.

I cannot define it.
However as much as I could put words out there would it ever be enough?

But Darling it is special to me because it brings me freedom.
It draws me away from the pain that drowns me in this world.
It allows me to pause for once in my life and see the world. To see our generation grow and unfold.
Poetry tells me to pause and admire what is around me, to stop and smell the freshness, the purity, the danger, the emotions all around me.
Poetry allows me to share what so many of us fail to do.
We keep moving with the motion that we forget to stop and admire.
We forget that we are humans and that we're not robots that are required to just move.
Poetry brings me back to reality at the same time it makes me feel as if I could break the laws of gravity.
Do you understand dear?

"I don't understand, If you know that it can **** you, then why don't you continue to consume it?"

Ask a smoker why they continue to smoke even if they know it could give them cancer.
Ask an alcoholic why they continue to drink even if they know that it could destroy their liver.
Ask her why she's chasing him even though she knows he's only going to cause the worst heartbreak and probably destroy her.
Ask him why he's still popping his veins on some drug even if he knows that everything around him is dying and he's soon to be next.
Ask him why he's cutting himself even though he's only breaking himself inside out and creating scars that will haunt him.
Maybe they'll give you an answer that I cannot give you.
I could say I'm doing it for the thrill but the reality is it's an addiction that I cannot fathom.

i've been denieing my emotions,
telling my heart that it's for you,
it seems easier to hurt myself,
instead of hurting you.

The morning rise is beautiful in the maturing spring
As the sun rises, the sky is painted with the color blue
The birds flock from the horizon, from which long, thin clouds stretch,
Softening the sun rays
Slowly, cars begin to cross the streets,
Their owners ready to begin their day,
Drinking cups of coffee that fill the air with morning essence
To bring the early day alight.

I’ve always had a dream of this
Girl.
She was lost,
Lost indeed,
Trapped with greed,
And spoke hard cases to
Plead.
She was a winner deep down inside,
But a loser when it came to her
Pride.
She didn’t care what the cost may be,
All she knew was that she was
Ready,
For life and to take that
Ride.
Her demons gave her no place to
Hide.
She was like a lost sheep.
Sleeping in the peaceful
Meadows,
But it was hard to
Sleep.
Every day she woke,
Her pain ran so deep.
Every soul she touched was a soul to
Reap.
She gave her time,
Giving advice,
Helping other people making
Sure they was alright,
But when it came to back to her,
Her life wasn’t all
Tight,
But this dream shone a light.
My grandma always said pray and let things
Be.
But I needed to know,
Who that girl was,
And come to find out.
That girl was;
Me.
                                                


  -Ma­rci H

It seems to me I’ve been set
Free.
It seems to me,
We all humans bleed.
The love of the fallen flower
Will never leave.
I have your fallen
Tears written upon my sleeves.
Love me my darling,
For I am guilty of greed.
Be at ease with a mind so lean.
With a heart so wise,
And head full of green.
Come closer sweet heart,
We’re getting closer to that
Dream.
We’re seeking light.
I have one question,
Do you mind if we take that
Flight?
Let’s touch the moon and back.
Let’s go to Jamaica and relax.
Let’s roll up blunts and
Reach the max,
Cause we’re flowers.
God stacking our blessings
Like towers.
One day we’ll make the world
Ours.
Just us.
I feel empty,
It’s not just lust.
I feel dead,
It’s not trust.
My tears.
My sleeves.
Our love;
Can’t leave.
Let’s stay;
Stay in the bed
And lay.
Let’s make our dreams come true.
Spark up some lights,
And start our life new.


Marci H.